There is still a small part of me that never seems to grow up.
It emerges whenever I come across certain paper dolls
or a sweet faced baby doll
or a realistic stuffed animal
or a doll house.
I wonder why that is?
Anyway, I found these little old birdie paper dolls
and just couldn't resist printing them off
and cutting out a few outfits just to see them all dressed up.
Why is that still so fun?